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Subject: Recruits, part two, chapter 1 (Mf, Ff, ff, pedo, inc, spank, mc)
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DISCLAIMER

Blah blah under 18 blah blah self-righteous blah blah fuck off blah blah

(If you're under 18 and you read this, I really don't mind.  Of course I

have to SAY I mind, so I mind).

                   ***** DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER *****

This story is a little beyond the pale, I suppose.  It contains

consensual sex and DISCLIPLINE between adults and children.  If it makes

you feel better, this story takes place in an alternate universe, where

little girls like having sex and being spanked/punished.  (Of course,

the girls in MY story like it).  I don't relate well to the real world,

so I created this one in my head.  I'm probably (definitely) insane, but

so far nobody has caught on.

                         CHAPTER 1 - The Island

   On a mental command from me, my teleportal door opened.  It

definitely looked like something out of a science fiction novel; one

minute we were looking down a deserted alleyway and the next minute a

shimmering, rectangular bluish light seemed to rise out of the ground.

The door itself was completely opaque.  Although it was neon blue and

seemed to sparkle, it was something of an optical illusion; if you

walked around to the other side of it, you would be able to see me

through the space it occupied.  It was completely two-dimensional and

invisible from the other side.

   The little girls gasped in amazement and even their mother, Erica,

seemed impressed, although I was sure she had heard of my teleportal

already.  "Well girls," I asked my five new 'recruits', "are you ready

to take a trip to my island?"

   "Can we... walk through THAT?" asked little 7-year-old Candy,

pointing at the teleportal door.  I couldn't blame her for being a bit

apprehensive, since the thing looked unreal and forbidding at the same

time.

   "Of course," I reassured her.  "Just follow me," I suggested, before

walking through it myself.  To their eyes, I just disappeared into thin

air, leaving only a ghostly blue trace where I had been just a second

ago.   I, of course, stepped out on the other side into the teleporter

room on my island, half a world away.

   The device served the same purpose as the "transporter" on the 
starship

Enterprise (for you Trekkies out there), but worked differently.  First

of all, the door was permanent.  I couldn't just "beam up" the way

captain Kirk always did on the TV show; if I teleported to the restroom

in Club Sadismo in downtown Atlanta, I had to make my way back there in

order to "beam" back.  My brother, who had invented and built the 
amazing

device, once tried to explain how it manipulated the space/time curve to

create a link between two places, but I couldn't understand what the 
hell

he was talking about (as usual).  All I knew was that the thing worked,

and if I wanted to go anywhere in the world, I could start from my

wonderful little island off the coast of the Phillipines and transport

there immediately.

   I was about to walk back through and collect the girls, figuring they

were too nervous to actually walk through the door, when Stephanie

stepped through.  She couldn't beleive her eyes; one minute she was

standing in a dark alley in downtown LA, the next minute she was in a

closed-off room on a mystical tropical island.  "I didn't feel a thing!"

she exclaimed.  "It was the same as walking through a door!"  I smiled

and hugged my adorable little newfound lover... I couldn't blame her for

making such a big deal out of the experience, though.  A persons first

teleport was always a bit of a spine-tingling experience, even if it was

really only the same as walking through a physical door.

   One by one, the other four little girls came in.  First Candy,

followed by Asa, Deanna and finally Tiffany, who was ushered in by their

mother.  Once I was sure they were all inside, I sent another mental

command that closed the teleportal; all of a sudden, the door blinked

out of existence, and we were looking at an electrical/metal empty door

frame.  "Are we... are we really here?" Erica asked me, unable to

beleive it herself.

   "This is it," I announced.  "DOA island!"

   The island, as you probably already know, is named after my lawless

little band of terrorists.  We started out as comic-book style

superheroes, but it didn't take long for us to discover that being

comic-book style _badguys_ was a LOT more fun.  That was when we

migrated to the island and started picking up "recruits", who usually

wound up serving as sex-slaves for our insatiable appetites.  We felt

that the name "DOA" would (maybe) strike terror into the hearts of the

masses; a desirable quality for terrorists, don't you think?

   "Okay, ladies," I announced, "follow me if you will."  I led them out

into the hallway.  Since we were on the fifth floor, where all the DOA

members lived, the hall was clear of people, unlike the lower four

floors.  I led the six to the stairwell and up to the newly added sixth

floor, with the two penthouse apartments.  "And this," I pushed open the

door to the vacant apartment, "is your new home!"

   They stepped into the luxuriously spacious apartment in amazement.

Whereas Erica's apartment had been cramped and dark (since it was

nighttime in LA right now) the penthouse was wide-open and airy.  There

were three bedrooms; one for Erica, and two for the girls to split.  I

expected that Stephanie, Candy and Asa would share one room and Tiffany

and Deanna would share the other.  The apartment was completely

furnished, and the girls rooms were replete with beds, dressers, and

tons of clothes in their sizes.  While they set about roaming around

exploring, Erica and I sat down on the couch in the living room and just

chatted, mostly about the island and what was expected of her and the

girls.  I could hear the five little ones banging around in their

bedrooms, squealing with delight... this was really a dream come true to

them.  And to me, too, of course.  What pedophile wouldn't be happy to

have four ten-year-olds and a seven-year-old added to his harem?

   Erica and I were interrupted by a throat being cleared behind me.  I

looked up to see Nikki, the 12-year-old who lived in the apartment next

door, gazing at me with a bit of anticipation.  I was startled at first

until I realized I had left the door open; she had just walked in.

   "And this little angel," I said by way of introduction, "is your

neighbor Nicole."  Nikki smiled at the compliment and sauntered over to

me and sat down in my lap.  I hugged her against me and wrapped one arm

around her soft, yielding, little-girl body.  She wasn't wearing 
anything

but a pair of panties and my bicep brushed against one of her tiny

breasts.  She felt it, and snuggled her chest further into my arm.

   Erica, being a DOA buff, recognized the name.  "Nicole?  You're the

one who was born here, right?"

   Nikki nodded proudly.  "I'm the only DOA-baby.  My mom and my adopted

sisters and me all live nextdoor."  She looked at me accusingly.  "And

_you_ told me we weren't getting our new neighbors for a week."  Her

innocent little face screwed up in mock indignation, as if she was

imitating a jealous lover confronting her beau with evidence of his

philandering.

   I smiled and kissed her sweet little lips.  "I thought you were

excited about getting new neighbors to play with!" I protested.  She

gave me another accusing look and then broke into a grin; this was the

first honest little-girl expression she had worn since she had come in

the room.

   She was about to say something when Stephanie and Deanna ran out from

the back of the house, giggling.  Since they hadn't had a chance to

change clothes since I brought them here from LA, Stephanie was still

wearing her cutoff jeans and yellow T-shirt; Deanna, on the other hand,

had stripped off her miniskirt and tanktop and was dressed in nothing

but a pair of flowery cotton panties, like Nikki.  I realized this was

the first time I had seen Deanna naked since I had met her; all her

sisters had stripped for me, at one time or another, but Deanna, the shy

one, hadn't joined our little orgy back in Erica's old apartment the

night before.

   They were both surprised to see someone else here, so I stood up and

let Nikki slide off my lap.  "Stephanie, Deanna," I addressed the

still-smiling little sweethearts, "this is one of your neighbors.  Her

name is Nikki."

   "Hi, Nikki," Stephanie offered immediately.  Nikki walked up to her

and gave her a kiss on the lips.  Nikki was two years older, so she

stood a bit taller than Stephanie, but her budding breasts pressed

against Stephanie's nipple rings through her T-shirt, and I could see

that Stephanie was aroused by the kiss.  "Hi Stephanie.  You're really

pretty," Nikki told her.  Stephanie actually blushed at the compliment,

much to my surprise, and Nikki took hold of Deanna's hand and gave her

the same get-acquainted kiss, although she didn't rub against Deanna's

now mostly naked body as she had Stephanie's.  "You're pretty, too,

Deanna," Nikki complimented.  "I'm going to like having you two for

neighbors!" she exclaimed, falling back into her little-girl persona

instead of the temptress (which was what she liked to play most of the

time).  Deanna looked even more surprised than Stephanie, and both

seemed to be at a loss for words.

   I chuckled.  "You two have to get used to a few things about DOA

island.  Promiscuity is one of them," I explained to the bewildered

little ten-year-olds.  Stephanie and I had had sex less than an hour

ago, but I don't think even that had prepared her for her Nikki's

freindly behavior.  "Nikki grew up on this island, so she's a bit more

pronounced than the rest of us" - I shot her a mischeivous grin and

wished she was close enough for me to give a playful swat on the rear -

"but a kiss is a pretty normal greeting around here."  They nodded at

me, and Nikki wrapped her arm around Deanna's naked waist.

   "I have a question," asked Erica, speaking up.  "Isn't there a rule

against girls wearing underwear here?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, but that rule only applies to adult recruits.

Little girls can wear pretty much whatever they want to; most of them

seem to prefer just a pair of panties like Nikki does."  I sat back

down.  "You, however," I motioned to Erica, "are required to remove

yours."  I grinned at her and she dropped her head demurely.  She was

thirty-two and I was closer to twenty-two; being bossed around by men

ten years younger than she was new to her, but she was willing to accept

that.  She hiked up her skirt and slipped her hand inside the waistband

of her panties when I held up a hand for her to stop.

   "Stephanie, come over here," I asked the little darling.  "Would you

like to take off your mother's panties for the last time ever?"  Her

eyes lit up and she nodded her head.  "Raise you skirt a bit higher,

honey," I commanded Erica, who obeyed.  Her panties were sheer, designed

to entice men, unlike the purely functional cotton panties her daughters

wore.  I could make out her pubic mound beneath them, and she looked a

bit excited; I assumed it was the humiliation, which I already knew she

enjoyed.

   Stephanie slipped one hand under each legband of her mother's panties

and slipped them down to her knees.  She had to bend at the waist to

push them down the rest of the way, and her face was even with Erica's

well-trimmed pussy.  With both hands in her mother's underwear,

Stephanie kissed her moist cleft; Erica drew a sigh of pleasure when she

did so.  Stephanie, unable to resist herself, started licking her

mother's pussy as she had been since she was five years old.  She was

good at it, and she loved to do it.  I slipped behind Erica and pushed

her panties a bit and they fell into a puddle around her ankles.  I

wrapped my arms around her stomach, and she arched her back against me,

continuing to hold up her skirt so her little daughter would have

access to her expectant pussy.

   I looked up at Nikki and Deanna and was pleased to see that Nikki had

made short work of the ten-year-old; her tongue was down Deanna's throat

and her hands were on the little prepubescent bottom, exploring and

squeezing as a lover would.  Her naked titties were pressed against

Deanna's similarly naked chest, and Deanna was leaning back a bit, just

like the stereotypical dominated woman in a 1950's film.

   I was starting to get excited, and my cock was starting to respond,

when the beeper I always wear went off... Naturally at the worst

possible time, there was an emergency that demanded my attention.

   I stepped away from Erica, and she seemed upset to see me go.  "I

have to take care of something," I explained to the girls, "go ahead and

get settled in; I'll be back later tonight to see if you need anything."

   Stephanie, who had stopped eating out her mother, nodded at me with

sad, puppy-dog eyes, as did Erica.  Nikki, characteristically, just

nodded at me and waved her hand in dismissal, not looking up from

Deanna's mouth.

   "One of these days, little girl," I admonished her, "I'm going to

spank you so hard you can't sit down for a week."  I left and I knew

Nikki was smiling inside because she knew I meant it.  I guessed she was

looking forward to it as much as I was.